All Worlds Madhouse

John shrugged. Obviously, he didn't know, but he seemed to have an innate intuition about what everyone was thinking. This intuition had nothing to do with amnesia or not, just like a person who died due to a car accident. If you ask a person who has lost his memory what one plus one equals, he will still answer fluently.

So without further ado, as John turns over the cards, this round of the game is over.

Contrary to expectations, the winners of this round were Jill and John. They each received a chip.

And the score has arrived."

Jill: 9 pieces.

William: 5 pieces.

Cisse: 2 pieces.

John: 4 pieces.

After the round, Cisse, who originally had the most chips, only had two chips left.

"Damn it." He patted his head with great regret, because he realized that if he had not been so anxious to break the agreement in the last round, William would have had to take out 3 coins at once, and he would not have fallen into the same trap. The final fate!

But now that I have discovered this, it is no longer helpful.

So without further ado, the rules are very clear. The person who gets the chips can also get a memory, so as a burst of pain invades.

John groaned and couldn't help but hold his head.

In his memory, there was a street scene that swept back quickly, with traffic whizzing past his ears, and the staggered wind slapping John's face.

Pain, regret, self-blame, and despair.

John didn't know what happened, but at this moment in his memory, his heart was on the verge of collapse, and now he just wanted to die! Go commit suicide!

So, he stepped on the accelerator suddenly and hit the cement guardrail on the roadside!

There was a loud bang, and then the world started spinning.

"What? Did I commit suicide?" John thought painfully.

However, his memory was not over yet. Soon, he regained consciousness in the memory, and a smell of blood rushed into his nasal cavity. What followed was severe pain.

John's world was turned upside down. He was caught on the wreckage of the car, with a steel pipe inserted into his abdomen.

In his confused thoughts, John struggled almost subconsciously. He climbed out of the car body regardless of the pain, and then used his bloody arms to forcefully pull the steel pipe in his abdomen outward.

The steel pipe had long been twisted due to the impact, and the sharp edges were intertwined with his flesh and intestines. A slight touch would cause fatal pain. But John paid no attention to any of this.

It is difficult for people who have never died to understand the feeling of lingering on the line of death, but at this moment, John could clearly feel that he found that he no longer wanted to die.

In other words, he wanted to do something before he died.

So, John pulled hard on the steel pipe, feeling that his body was being cut and torn to pieces, but this pain seemed to remind him that you are not dead yet, you are still alive.

Finally, this memory ended and John slowly straightened up.

"What do you remember?" Cisse asked.

"Yes, in my memory I was desperate, so I drove onto the highway. I wanted to commit suicide." John exhaled with some difficulty: "But, I didn't die."

"Not dead?" Cisse repeated, nonsense, of course he is not dead, otherwise he would not be sitting in front of him.

"Yeah, I didn't die, I survived the car accident," John explained. "As for the rest, I haven't thought about it yet."

Cisse nodded, then turned to Gil. Since she also got a bargaining chip this time, while John was just retrieving his memory, Jill was also looking back on her memory.

"Okay, so, what did you remember this time?"

Jill was still covering her head, probably because this was the second time she had recovered her memory, so she didn't look in much pain.

"I seem to be in a hospital, and my baby is about to give birth. I am walking holding on to the wall, and in front of me is a heavy door." She murmured, but suddenly, Jill seemed to think of something terrible. He shivered: "A man rushed over. He was in a panic. I could see his figure through the glass of the door. He ran towards me, and then! He opened the door violently."

Jill held her head tightly with both hands: "Oh, my god, that door hit my stomach. Ouch, I'm bleeding, no, no, my child!"

Jill's eyes were closed, and she seemed to be completely immersed in her memories. From her tone, it seemed that her child was miscarried because of the impact in her memories.

Suddenly, Jill opened her eyes. In those eyes, in addition to the tears she had just cried, there was also an extremely obvious anger.

"Asshole!!" she roared.

Then, her hands clawed forward crazily. If she hadn't been fixed to the chair, she would have almost thrown herself over the table to bite something.

Well, although it was a bit baffling, everyone had already discovered that the target she wanted to tear to pieces was Cisse.

Cisse looked at Gil who suddenly yelled at him and was a little at a loss: "What? What's going on?" he asked.

"What's going on? Damn you! You are a murderer!" Jill was still shouting: "You are the one who ran towards me, you broke the door open! You killed my child!"

Jill yelled! However, she couldn't stand up at all and could only wave her arms helplessly. No one could understand how painful it would be for a woman who had lost her child to relive this memory again. In short, Jill seemed to use Within a few seconds, he roared out with all his strength. In the end, he could only drop his hands feebly and cry bitterly!

At this moment, the rest of the people didn't know what to say. They looked at Cisse, who looked shocked, and then at Gil, who was once again immersed in the pain of losing his son.

There was an eerie silence all around, with only faint sounds of crying, which sounded a little hairy.

Finally, the bartender broke the silence and walked to John: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" He was like before, as if he would ask this question every time someone won.

John shook his head: "I don't need it, but I think you should ask that lady. She seems to be the one who needs help."

The bartender nodded and came to Jill's side with a smile.

"Ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked in exactly the same tone.

Jill raised her head sadly and looked at the bartender: "Haha - help? What can you help me with? My children are gone. If you want to help me, then kill that bastard!"

She roared with rage, the hysteria of a grieving mother.

However, the bartender smiled and nodded.

"As you wish."